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Tale XVIII

© George Crabbe

THE WAGER.

Counter and Clubb were men in trade, whose pains,

THE first, the very first; oh! none
Can feel again as they have done;
In love, in war, in pride, in all
The planets of life's coronal,
However beautiful or bright,--
What can be like their first sweet light?

Spread the Truth!

© Henry Lawson

BRAVE the anger of the wealthy! Scorn their bitter lying spite!
Tell the Truth in simple language, when you know that you are right!
And theyll read it by the slush-lamps in the station huts at night,

On My Birthday, July 21

© Matthew Prior

I, MY dear, was born to-day--
So all my jolly comrades say:
They bring me music, wreaths, and mirth,
And ask to celebrate my birth:

523. SongThe Cooper o Cuddy

© Robert Burns

ChorusWell hide the Cooper behint the door,
Behint the door, behint the door,
Well hide the Cooper behint the door,
And cover him under a mawn, O.

Jerusalem Delivered - Book 02 - part 07

© Torquato Tasso

LXXXVI

"But if our sins us of his help deprive,

500. SongCraigieburn Wood (Second Version)

© Robert Burns

SWEET fas the eve on Craigieburn,
And blythe awakes the morrow;
But a the pride o Springs return
Can yield me nocht but sorrow.

273. SongTam Glen

© Robert Burns

MY heart is a-breaking, dear Tittie,
Some counsel unto me come len,
To anger them a is a pity,
But what will I do wi Tam Glen?

Orlando Furioso Canto 20

© Ludovico Ariosto

ARGUMENT

Guido and his from that foul haunt retire,

The Father

© Muriel Stuart

The evening found us whom the day had fled,

Once more in bitter anger, you and I,

The Miracle Of Padre Junipero

© Francis Bret Harte

This is the tale that the Chronicle
Tells of the wonderful miracle
Wrought by the pious Padre Serro,
The very reverend Junipero.

174. The Bard at Inverary

© Robert Burns

WHOEER he be that sojourns here,
I pity much his case,
Unless he comes to wait upon
The Lord their God, His Grace.

A Mother In Egypt

© Marjorie Lowry Christie Pickthall

"About midnight will I go out into the midst of Egypt: and all the firstborn in the land of Egypt shall die, from the firstborn of Pharaoh that sitteth upon the throne, even unto the firstborn of the maid-servant that is behind the mill."

321. SongCraigieburn Wood

© Robert Burns

SWEET closes the evning on Craigieburn Wood,
And blythely awaukens the morrow;
But the pride o the spring in the Craigieburn Wood
Can yield to me nothing but sorrow.

Weeding

© Charles Lamb

As busy Aurelia, 'twixt work and 'twixt play,
Was labouring industriously hard
To cull the vile weeds from the flowerets away,
Which grew in her father's court-yard;

April Thoughts

Listen to the laughter of the brook that's racin' by!

Listen to the chatter of the black-birds on the fence!

68. The Holy Fair

© Robert Burns

UPON 1 a simmer Sunday morn
When Natures face is fair,
I walked forth to view the corn,
An snuff the caller air.

Rural Architecture

THERE'S George Fisher, Charles Fleming, and Reginald Shore,
Three rosy-cheeked school-boys, the highest not more
Than the height of a counsellor's bag;
To the top of Great How did it please them to climb:
And there they built up, without mortar or lime,
A Man on the peak of the crag.